The Instinctive Loving Response is what people do to avoid actual or perceived entrapment in trees. And it does not look like most people expect. There is very little hedge-trimming , no laughing, and no singing or sighs of any kind. Loving does not look like loving – it looks like this: 1. Loving people’s [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Skeleton poem’
posing as executive privilege, this NaPoWriMo-er is hitting the bottle
Posing As Executive Privilege Strike a happy balance. You’re (sic) ready-for-action attitude makes you a shining example in executive circles. Out of balance circles: the tire’s about to blow. Strike a backward balance: Your wicked specimens make you a hardscrabble sample in crystalline circles. Pose without regard for those seeing eyes. Leak a happy cadence: [...]
skeletons
A tumbled skeleton: A Penance to my Yarmulke on a Shabbat Not Celebrated We’ve careened off path enough to know senses remove the screen of mystic wax and match, the pulse at the dusk of another home. (Ritual has gone and packed up and traveled.) You savor the first night more for pleasure, and set [...]
Something New (for Freedom to Marry)
New flesh for this skeleton The sparkle will drip on the new snow. It was gathered on clouds, a silent choir, that only meant to sweep in shallow circles granting to broken brooms, not shovels: The error of gardening. But that crisp is here, a sliver of moons’ last weeping. If truth be not disclosed, [...]
The fleshed out and improbable skeleton
So this is the fleshy poem I quickly put together so as to strip it for Dana’s RWP prompt this week- think crows on roadkill. No? Okay. Think deciduous tree at the end of autumn instead. Think about someone taking all the blanks I left at RWP and what someone might fill them with in [...]
